He begged me to keep him company
but did he really need me?
Or did his gentleman like composure
simply crack under pressure.

The way he held me,
he seemed so strong.
I felt so delicate in that moment
but he crushed me in his arms.

Now I watch him every day
being everything I want
But that's the problem with me
I just ignore every bodies flaws

He took advantage of me
Until I knew something was wrong
He's not lonely anymore
But he was never very strong.